Sticks and stones May by break my bones
And snakes may slither , and flowers may wither.
But to you dose it differ , or is it exhausted like your liver?
I know you know your way around the bar
Because I was there waiting in the car
But alas, you’re drunk at 3 AM asking to pick you up.
The only thing you have to say is “sup”
Early morning, grabbing coffee
Late nights, grabbing Chinese
Said I was sweet like toffee
Before you called me a Putrid disease
I don’t know why you are the way you are
You never really care to say
Which is quite funny and bizarre
(Hence why you made me pay)
But later on, I only saw you on the tram
You would always whisper “oh damn”
Making me feel full of shame
Like I was the one to blame
You talk about respect and honor
But your a disgrace, a goner
People abuser cause you are a tool
Dressing like a king acting like a fool